Post by Sireen on Jul 18, 2008 16:43:12 GMT -5
Sireen sat her book down with a graceful nature. She attempted to keep her motions and thoughts reserved for those she deemed worthy of her opinion. But to say that out loud was a near cause to blasphemy. She sighed and leaned back against her couch, surrounded by her pavilion. As she glanced at three black orchids she had arranged in a pleasing manner. A distant smile on her face, how much has time changed this world, changed her. What she used to be and what she was now.
She picked up her wine glass with a subtle movement. Tapping her long fingernails against the glass, her mind receding into the depths of time. An ancient place where she once lingered. Restless now, she shut her eyes in a vain attempt to keep the images at vain. Her mind distorting what should of appeared as simple faces, which were now twisted and contorted with a violent veneer. How often had she looked at the similar people around her, her eyes had seen the shadows haunt over their forms and figures.
“Not today, not tonight.” She whispered. Her accent, lulling over the words in a smooth slightly rolled sound.
She pressed the fingertips of one hand against her shut eyes. It was to of no avail. She opened them and took a sip of blood. Rolling the taste around in her mouth, her eyes greeted the billowing red curtain’s that hung between the massive columns of her pavilion. Her home, her sanctuary; her eyes scanned the massive interior. Taking in the minor knickknacks she had collected over the centuries. A pot, a vase, a Grecian statue in her likeness. As her eyes roamed they landed upon a stone, a rather normal looking pebble. If it were not due to its age and the date acquired.
She set her glass down on a low end table. And stood walking over to the mantle, that held her pebble in a small glass case. She used her long finger nail and flicked open the glass case. She plucked out the pebble and rolled it in her hands. Feeling the weight and the smoothness, it seemed that she was shot back in time a place where she would of rather not of remembered.
“Circa.”
The sounds seemed to grow louder in the room. But she stood resilient. As she reached out and placed a hand on the mantle to balance herself. The sounds of swords clashing and men crying out, rushing back at her ten fold.
She stood at the top of a mountain rather content to lay on her belly and watch the proceedings. She had never seen a war and was excited that she was able to slip from her perch in the ocean. That lame ass rock she was stuck upon and come ashore, to real land.
Hand propped up under her chin she watched.
“So this is how men wage war.”
She made the comment to herself mostly. Till suddenly a blinding light exploded next to her as she shielded her eyes. And there sat a very lovely women with fierce red eyes, blued at the center and dark red hair.
“Ahh, the lovely Sireen Pacherontis. How nice of you to sneak away. What would your father do, if he had noticed you missing?”
Sireen turned her head to glare at the women. “Why Artemis. Tis a shame you have to resort amusing yourself with lowly demi gods. Perhaps it is you that should be stuck on a rock for the rest of your life. Or in my case. My whole life.”
She waved a hand and indicated the ocean.
Artemis laughed. “Oh…? And what makes you think I am to amuse myself here with you?” She sighed the sound bitter. As she cocked her hip and placed a hand on it. “Second thought you young little thing. Mortality can be amusing and a bitch at the same time. Perhaps you would like to experience a taste of it. After all there are men down there dying. The fates are having a bit of fun and are waaaay to preoccupied to deal with you at the moment.”
Artemis tapped her finger against her hip. A wicked smile upon her lips. “We will just have to make you mortal.”
Sireen sat flabbergasted for a moment. Her mouth open to say a hot retort. But none that had come to her mind. She closed it. As a brilliant net was cast upon her form. And a vile shoved against her lips.
She felt fingers in her hair. Yanking her head back, it was of no use struggling to get free. Artemis’s net was used to render anything that it was cast upon immobile.
“Drink it!” Artemis’s voice boomed over the hills. You could almost swear that the fighting below stopped. Artemis lowered her head towards Sireen.
“I said drink it.” She said between her clenched teeth.
Sireen opened her mouth and let the mixture passed her lips and into her throat as she swallowed it down. She wanted to zap the hell out of her. How could this happen. On all days? Her fathers voice replayed in her mind. “Leave the ocean, or leave the home I have provided. I will not help you. You will suffer at your own despair.”
She choked down the liquid as she felt the her clothing being ripped from her. She fought back and kicked out. But her body was growing weaker and weaker.
“Enough!” A deep voice said. Then in a gentler tone “Enough, for her road shall be long and arderious.”
The tearing had stopped as she felt her body being lifted and dropped like a sack over the cliffs edge towards the fighting. She landed hard on the ground, dimly aware of the men stepping over the bodies towards the fighting. The others walking through and finishing off the survivors to injured to move and defend themselves as they slowly died. She made her hands fist in the sand and dirt picking up a stones and pebbles as she mentally ran through her body to see if anything was broken. Her hair was matted and stuck to her face as her long white gown was now thanks to that red haired bitch. She inwardly cringed at the assault of pain racking her body. Oh yes that red haired bitch was going to get hers. Her gown was now torn and dirty with whatever was around her. She cracked her eyes open as she watched a sandaled foot not inches from her face lift and keep walking.
She managed to make a strangled sound. Not quiet between a moan but more or less in pain. She closed her eyes again and heard the crunching sound coming at her. She remained as still as she could, hoping that she was dirty enough to passed by.
“Well well. And what do we have here. A fallen goddess?” The man said. He knelt down and turn her over on her side. The pain shooting through her made her moan once more. Her brows drawing into a tight line, if she could of laughed at how close the man was to his statement. She would have.
She opened her eyes to look at him and was taken aback at the blue color. Ever color was no longer dull. But Vivid, every sound of everything made was clamoring over her senses. She licked her lips and attempted to glare. Her body was weak and much like a new born foul; she was unable to operate her limbs.
The man picked up her up and carried her over the bodies. Her head lolled back over his forearm. Great, just great. She thought. I am helpless and being carried around like a prized possession on a battle field full of men and I have no idea why they are fighting, oh yeah that red hair bitch is going to get hers.
To be continued.
She picked up her wine glass with a subtle movement. Tapping her long fingernails against the glass, her mind receding into the depths of time. An ancient place where she once lingered. Restless now, she shut her eyes in a vain attempt to keep the images at vain. Her mind distorting what should of appeared as simple faces, which were now twisted and contorted with a violent veneer. How often had she looked at the similar people around her, her eyes had seen the shadows haunt over their forms and figures.
“Not today, not tonight.” She whispered. Her accent, lulling over the words in a smooth slightly rolled sound.
She pressed the fingertips of one hand against her shut eyes. It was to of no avail. She opened them and took a sip of blood. Rolling the taste around in her mouth, her eyes greeted the billowing red curtain’s that hung between the massive columns of her pavilion. Her home, her sanctuary; her eyes scanned the massive interior. Taking in the minor knickknacks she had collected over the centuries. A pot, a vase, a Grecian statue in her likeness. As her eyes roamed they landed upon a stone, a rather normal looking pebble. If it were not due to its age and the date acquired.
She set her glass down on a low end table. And stood walking over to the mantle, that held her pebble in a small glass case. She used her long finger nail and flicked open the glass case. She plucked out the pebble and rolled it in her hands. Feeling the weight and the smoothness, it seemed that she was shot back in time a place where she would of rather not of remembered.
“Circa.”
The sounds seemed to grow louder in the room. But she stood resilient. As she reached out and placed a hand on the mantle to balance herself. The sounds of swords clashing and men crying out, rushing back at her ten fold.
She stood at the top of a mountain rather content to lay on her belly and watch the proceedings. She had never seen a war and was excited that she was able to slip from her perch in the ocean. That lame ass rock she was stuck upon and come ashore, to real land.
Hand propped up under her chin she watched.
“So this is how men wage war.”
She made the comment to herself mostly. Till suddenly a blinding light exploded next to her as she shielded her eyes. And there sat a very lovely women with fierce red eyes, blued at the center and dark red hair.
“Ahh, the lovely Sireen Pacherontis. How nice of you to sneak away. What would your father do, if he had noticed you missing?”
Sireen turned her head to glare at the women. “Why Artemis. Tis a shame you have to resort amusing yourself with lowly demi gods. Perhaps it is you that should be stuck on a rock for the rest of your life. Or in my case. My whole life.”
She waved a hand and indicated the ocean.
Artemis laughed. “Oh…? And what makes you think I am to amuse myself here with you?” She sighed the sound bitter. As she cocked her hip and placed a hand on it. “Second thought you young little thing. Mortality can be amusing and a bitch at the same time. Perhaps you would like to experience a taste of it. After all there are men down there dying. The fates are having a bit of fun and are waaaay to preoccupied to deal with you at the moment.”
Artemis tapped her finger against her hip. A wicked smile upon her lips. “We will just have to make you mortal.”
Sireen sat flabbergasted for a moment. Her mouth open to say a hot retort. But none that had come to her mind. She closed it. As a brilliant net was cast upon her form. And a vile shoved against her lips.
She felt fingers in her hair. Yanking her head back, it was of no use struggling to get free. Artemis’s net was used to render anything that it was cast upon immobile.
“Drink it!” Artemis’s voice boomed over the hills. You could almost swear that the fighting below stopped. Artemis lowered her head towards Sireen.
“I said drink it.” She said between her clenched teeth.
Sireen opened her mouth and let the mixture passed her lips and into her throat as she swallowed it down. She wanted to zap the hell out of her. How could this happen. On all days? Her fathers voice replayed in her mind. “Leave the ocean, or leave the home I have provided. I will not help you. You will suffer at your own despair.”
She choked down the liquid as she felt the her clothing being ripped from her. She fought back and kicked out. But her body was growing weaker and weaker.
“Enough!” A deep voice said. Then in a gentler tone “Enough, for her road shall be long and arderious.”
The tearing had stopped as she felt her body being lifted and dropped like a sack over the cliffs edge towards the fighting. She landed hard on the ground, dimly aware of the men stepping over the bodies towards the fighting. The others walking through and finishing off the survivors to injured to move and defend themselves as they slowly died. She made her hands fist in the sand and dirt picking up a stones and pebbles as she mentally ran through her body to see if anything was broken. Her hair was matted and stuck to her face as her long white gown was now thanks to that red haired bitch. She inwardly cringed at the assault of pain racking her body. Oh yes that red haired bitch was going to get hers. Her gown was now torn and dirty with whatever was around her. She cracked her eyes open as she watched a sandaled foot not inches from her face lift and keep walking.
She managed to make a strangled sound. Not quiet between a moan but more or less in pain. She closed her eyes again and heard the crunching sound coming at her. She remained as still as she could, hoping that she was dirty enough to passed by.
“Well well. And what do we have here. A fallen goddess?” The man said. He knelt down and turn her over on her side. The pain shooting through her made her moan once more. Her brows drawing into a tight line, if she could of laughed at how close the man was to his statement. She would have.
She opened her eyes to look at him and was taken aback at the blue color. Ever color was no longer dull. But Vivid, every sound of everything made was clamoring over her senses. She licked her lips and attempted to glare. Her body was weak and much like a new born foul; she was unable to operate her limbs.
The man picked up her up and carried her over the bodies. Her head lolled back over his forearm. Great, just great. She thought. I am helpless and being carried around like a prized possession on a battle field full of men and I have no idea why they are fighting, oh yeah that red hair bitch is going to get hers.
To be continued.
